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The Conqueror Worm (Sonnet) by zodiac - I've got a boat for brains: I'm wracked with storms:
This late-tequila evening in the dorms
has done me in, so neither soft nor firm
are all the bedroom's shadow-painted forms.
Unquiet ghosts, a veritable sturm
und drang dance 'round my head like leaves, like swarms
of those phantasmagoric pachyderms.
I'm not to blame! The Worm! That Conqueror Worm
unwinds, sinks, spirals, eyes me from a warm
translucent kind of hell. He is the germ
of my unrest and peace. I struggle, squirm,
and know then I am vaquished: Hail the Worm!
(The Conquering Worm!)
Come wrap me in your long, soft-tendriled arms
and keep me until morning safe from harm.
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